Unpolished Poem by Satish Verma

Unpolished



A romance begins
between a tall tree and grass
to lighten the land.

The absence of thrill―
makes you mad. You wait for the
sky to become red.

A cat has nine lives.
Each for redemption of an
enemy in the house.

Staying silent whole
life, unlike anybody else to
become ordinary.

Friday, April 14, 2017
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